In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh Cruisin' through the garden district, I was out of my mind The star of India's in my hotel room In a briefcase combination
In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh Cruisin' through the garden district I was out of my mind The star of India's in my hotel room In a briefcase combination
Превод: Пепео. Дан Триффидс.
(Rumour) Waiting for the wake-up call Thought I heard it twice before Must have been the howl of a neighbourhood stray My eyes are red my sheets
I have a letter. familiar paper I keep a figurine in a locket It's dedicated, engraved initials Yellow photograph in a pocketbook Well the rim of her
Nothing tickles my fancy Nothing catches my eye these days But I?m better off this way It was nice while it lasted It was fun for a day But I?m
Jack Frost came to town Jack Frost took my girl away He laid her in the ground Tipped his hat and he was on his way He's sure to take your loved one
Now you'll have to hold me up And now I'll have to fall Sew up my eyelids, stitch up my lips Take me down Roman stairs through your secret back door
You my backdoor blackeyed susan You my ship adrift You my compass spinning dervish Saint with broken teeth You my drowning altar boy You my thistle
I once told someone I/truly loved them They laughed at me and they/spat in my face But I woke up to a brand-new morning; I destroyed compassion without
Bright lights big city burned my baby's eyes And like a fool I swallowed my baby's lies I followed her round like a dog Et up her lies like a hog And
Bury me deep in love, Bury me deep in love Take me in, under your wing Bury me deep in love There's a chapel deep in a valley For travelling strangers
All you daughters, all you sons Learn your lesson from what I've done I threw away the gift of love between every line I've ever sung A thousand times
I knelt I aimed I missed I ran across the fIeld where our love began The ears of the corn began to melt and swim My 20/20 vision 95% dim I bowed my head
I' m a little man but I need more love than the next man I'm a starving man I take all that I can Oh, from the bottle of love I'm a broken heel but
"Principe, principe quien te robo la corona?" Little clown prince, you thief of frowns, saddest face, most open heart of all the clowns Your graceful
I can hit them in my sleep I can hit them with my eyes closed Well I swear if I just hold still a second I can hit them with a blindfold I could have
